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Rachel Yoder was the Ohio State sewing champion when she was in the seventh grade. Now she lives in Tucson, Arizona, teaches writing at Prescott College, and is the managing editor of the literary journal Alligator Juniper. Her work has appeared in the New York Times, Cimarron Review, and Word Riot.
It’s hard to pinpoint the exact moment when my wanting became a problem. Sometimes I think it was at seventeen, when I was a Mennonite girl from a dead-end dirt lane, determined to leave for the Big City, for college, for a career and money and high-heeled shoes and shorn hair, and to have absolutely nothing more to do with the hilltop Mennonites.
October 2011The first time I read my dad’s diary, I was home for a weeklong midsummer visit. I had been wandering around my parents’ house, typically directionless, looking for something to do. My mom was at work, and my dad — who wasn’t at work, since he didn’t work — was out back sipping a Milwaukee’s Best and reading a book.
May 2008Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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